[Couplet 1: Dr. Dre]
Y'all know me, still the same O.G., but I been low key
Hated on by most these n***as with no cheese, no deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys, no boats no snowmobiles, and no skis
Mad at me cause I can finally afford to provide my family with groceries
Got a crib with a studio and it's all full of tracks
To add to the wall full of plaques
Hanging up in the office in back of my house like trophies
Did y'all think I'mma let my dough freeze, ho, please
You better bow down on both knees
Who you think taught you to smoke trees
Who you think brought you the oldies
Eazy-Es, Ice Cubes, and D.O.Cs
The Snoop D-O-double-G's
And the group that said motherfuck the police?
Gave you a tape full of dope beats
To bump when you stroll through in your hood
And when your album sales wasn't doing too good
Who's the Doctor they told you to go see?
Y'all better listen up closely
All you n***as that said that I turned pop, or The Firm flopped
Y'all are the reason that Dre ain't been getting no sleep
So fuck y'all, all of y'all, if y'all don't like me, blow me
Y'all are gonna keep fucking around with me
And turn me back to the old me
[Refrain: Eminem]
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say
But nothin' comes out when they move their lips
Just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre

[Couplet 2: Eminem]
So what do you say to somebody you hate
Or anyone tryna bring trouble your way
Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way
Then just study a tape of N.W.A
One day I was walkin' by, with a Walkman on, when I caught a guy
Give me an awkward eye
And I strangled him up in the parking lot, with his Karl Kani
I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not
I'm harder than me tryna park a Dodge but I'm drunk as fuck
Right next to a humongous truck in a two-car garage
Hopping out with 2 broken legs, trying to walk it off
"Fuck you too bitch, call the cops
I'mma kill you and them loud ass motherfuckin' barking dogs"
And when the cops came through
Me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house
With a can full of gas and a hand full of matches
And still weren't found out
From here on out it's the Chronic II
Starting today and tomorrow's the new
And I'm still loco enough to choke you to death with a Charleston Chew
Slim Shady, hotter then a set of twin babies
In a Mercedes Benz with the windows up
When the temp goes up to the mid eightys
Calling men ladies; sorry, Doc, but I been crazy
There's no way that you can save me
It's okay, go with him Hailie
[Refrain]

[Couplet 3: Dr. Dre]
If it was up to me, you motherfuckers would stop comin' up to me
With your hands out looking up to me, like you want something free
When my last CD was out, you wasn't bumping me
But now that I got this little company
Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease
But you won't get a crumb from me
Cause I'm from the streets of Compton
I told 'em all, all them little gangstas
Who you think helped mold 'em all
Now you wanna run around talkin' bout guns like I ain't got none
What you think I sold 'em all, cause I stay well off
Now all I get is hate mail all day saying Dre fell off
What cause I been in the lab with a pen and a pad
Tryin' to get this damn label off
I ain't havin' that, this is the millennium of Aftermath
It ain't gonna be nothin' after that
So give me one more platinum plaque
And fuck rap, you can have it back
So where's all the Mad Rappers at?
It's like a jungle in this habitat
But all you savage cats, know that I was strapped with gats
While you were cuddled in a Cabbage Patch
[Refrain]